785: 39 chapters When Yanzi Cos at the New Society_1 785: 39 chapters When Yanzi Cos at the New Society_1 Under the curtain of night, at the gate of the Green Cloud Pavilion, there was utter silence.
An extrely oppressive silence.
No one spoke, nor did anyone move.
It seed no one dared to believe that the person who stepped forward could really be safe.
Who would believe in the promise of a demon?
Who dared to?
The woman wearing a mask without a face, hands on her hips, seed very satisfied with the current atmosphere.
The more uneasy, the more terrified they were, the more satisfied she beca.
“I like it when you’re disobedient because then I can kill more people!” she said in a lively tone.
“So, I’ll count to three.
If by the ti I get to three, no one has co forward, I’ll start killing again.
One by one.
Who dies first, who dies next, is all down to luck!”
“Whether you like it or not, that’s the decision!”
She clapped her hands and started counting directly—
“One!”
“Two!”
“I, I am a disciple of the Chi clan!”
Before she finished the count of three, soone unable to withstand the pressure bravely stepped forward.
Their voice, weakened by fear, unwittingly dropped: “My surna is Chi.”
“Very good!” The woman seed quite happy.
“Step over here!” She drew an imaginary circle on the ground with her finger: “All those of the Seal and Pond veins, get over here.
Make it quick, I have a task for you!”
“Don’t be afraid.
What’s there to be scared of?” she said, “If I wanted to kill you, why would I single you out?
Right?”
This line, which was sowhat logical, clearly had much more persuasiveness.
Imdiately, four more people stepped out.
Among these four was Feng Yue, the only remaining high-ranking mber of the Qingyun Pavilion.
He insisted on not being the first to step out, not testing the waters, but after assessing the situation, he imdiately took action.
In an unfavorable situation, he always made the best possible choices.
His example prompted another seven or eight disciples of the Feng and Chi Clans to step forward.
However, many more people continued to hesitate and struggle.
“You!”
The woman looked around and pointed at Feng Yue: “I heard them call you before…
You’re the Protector of the Qingyun Pavilion, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Feng Yue nodded obediently, energetically showing his compliance: “I am also a Feng!”
“Very good.” The woman nodded again in approval, her voice much gentler: “I suppose you know everyone here at the Qingyun Pavilion, top to bottom?”
“I know them, I know them well,” Feng Yue said confidently.
“Ha!
Couldn’t be better!
So of the disciples from the Seal and Pond families are quite shy, and I don’t want to find them myself; it’s quite tiring.
A woman tires easily…
and ages,”
The woman’s topic diverted for a while, then she sharply turned back: “Would you help point them out, please?
I have a big job to do and I need their help.
But there aren’t enough people right now.”
Feng Yue answered decisively, “Please rest assured, I’ll handle this!”
The dire state of the Sect’s obliteration seed to have no effect on his mood at all.
Like in the Wei Ning Marquis’ residence, like many tis before, he did not cherish his dignity.
The preciousness of life outweighed such cheap emotions.
He had understood this truth long ago.
He walked into the crowd.
“You!
You!
You!”
He singled out all the cultivators of the Feng and Chi Branches one by one, utterly ignoring those pleading or resentful gazes.
He clearly saw whose feelings mattered and whose did not.
“Protector!”
As he was picking through the crowd, a young man glared at him resentfully: “The fairy wishes for all the disciples of the Feng and Chi Branches, where’s your son?”
The young man looked furious, his eyes filled with gloom, evidently very attached to the Sect, and thoroughly contemptuous of his actions.
With great courage fueled by hatred, his words were like daggers, aid at him.
“Fairy?” Before Feng Yue could respond, the woman in the mask suddenly let out a coquettish laugh: “This young man certainly has a sweet tongue.”
“Co, co.” She beckoned: “Co to sister over here.”
This was a handso young man whose expression beca uncertain upon hearing her words.
He had only spoken out of dissatisfaction and rage, drawing on a spontaneous courage to express his resentnt towards Feng Yue, seeking to drag the latter’s son down with them.
Why should countless mbers of the Sect die in battle, so many people here waiting for judgnt, but the son of the Feng Yue, the Sect’s Protector, be allowed to disappear, far out of sight?
But he hadn’t expected that a re word, “fairy,” would draw the demon woman’s attention.
Heaven help him, he ant nothing by it.
But surely he couldn’t openly refer to her as “that demoness,” could he?
He was very frightened but didn’t dare disobey, so he reluctantly started walking over.
However long the road might be, it must co to an end,
and he finally reached the demoness’s side.
The woman wearing the faceless mask scrutinized him closely, as if selecting rchandise.
She then dragged him behind her, “Stay here, your sister will take care of you.”
The young man felt his entire body relax montarily; the ever-present fear bearing down on his heart shifted and his heartbeat was freed.
It was as though…
he was safe!
For so reason, he suddenly didn’t hate Feng Yue anymore.
Seeing how effortlessly this person gained the favor of the female demon, other disciples couldn’t help but be stirred.
Groveling might be humiliating, but compared to one’s life…
“Esteed goddess, I actually have sothing to say too!” A male disciple scurried over fawningly, his face plastered with a smile, and all the flattering words he could think of crowded in his throat.
But he only made it halfway.
Snap!
The woman with the faceless mask had already twisted his head around, leaving the body to slump lifelessly.
She said with a snicker, “With a face as ugly as yours, you dare to try to charm !”
Her figure flickered back to the original place, speaking slowly and thodically, “Those born with the gift of honeyed words are talented, while those who imitate are fools.
A man must have sothing unique; those who follow every step I take, bothering without reason, really annoy !”
A few of the better-looking male disciples imdiately retracted their feet.
This female demon was fickle in mood; the risk involved in trying to get close to her was too great.
Feng Yue was summoned to select among the disciples from the Feng and Chi Branches.
At this mont, Zheng Fei and Li Shou were no longer vying over who was more dreadful; each squatted on one side, watching this woman’s performance with great interest, occasionally whispering to each other, and discussing sothing happily.
It was such a casual and dostic scene, they were only missing bowls and chopsticks in their hands.
However, the young man with blood-red eyes stood alone.
He didn’t speak; his expression was unreadable, and the heart he had been holding in his hand was now gone.
That faceless mask, in such a night, appeared even more terrifying.
But the woman’s voice was surprisingly gentle at the mont.
She turned her head to the young man behind her, “You are good.
Much better than them.
What is your na?”
“Liang…
Liang Jiu.”
Another of his fellows had been effortlessly killed before his eyes, slaughtered like a chicken with no chance of resistance.
The young man shook slightly, but still gathered the courage to say, “Fairy sister, what should I call you?”
“She is called Yanzi,” Zheng Fei interjected abruptly.
“Good, good na.” Although Liang Jiu did not know what was good about this na—in Wenxi County Town, a shout for Yanzi would likely be answered by hundreds—he knew that flattery was never amiss.
“Don’t call that.” ‘Yanzi’ looked at him, “Just call sister.”
“Okay.
Sister.” Liang Jiu hurriedly replied.
“Truly obedient.” Yanzi seed to smile, then turned her head to Feng Yue, “My little wild man asked you a question; why didn’t you answer him?”
Feng Yue was far from being nervous, but instead looked at Liang Jiu curiously, and said, “My son Ming has always been on good terms with you, so you should know that he has already gone to the front lines under the command of Wei Ninghou.
Perhaps you were too nervous and scared just now, so you forgot?”
The mont the sect went on alert, he had deduced that the situation was not optimistic, and imdiately gave the secret vault key ant for the Feng surna to Feng Ming, asking him to hide.
Before the calamity struck, they had been discussing in a secret chamber in their residence about how to get involved at the front and under Wei Ninghou’s command for a long ti.
He was confident nobody saw Feng Ming; hence he dared to lie in front of so many people.
Plus, he wasn’t explaining to the female demon called Yanzi but straightaway asking Liang Jiu, adding a layer of credibility to his words.
If Liang Jiu was smart, he would take the hint and claim to have simply forgotten, and the matter would pass smoothly over.
Because even if the female demon asked him where Feng Ming was, he wouldn’t be able to answer, thus pointlessly increasing his risk.
Moreover, in his words, he casually ntioned Wei Ninghou without deliberately using Wei Ninghou as a dependence, so as not to cause aversion.
But a person who would truly consider Wei Ninghou wouldn’t overlook this point.
Such a simple sentence already demonstrated his cunning and shrewdness.
One should say that in facing this perilous situation, under the current conditions, he had done his best within the scope of his ability.
But he overestimated Liang Jiu’s courage.
The woman known as Yanzi had only turned back and not yet opened her mouth before Liang Jiu imdiately said, “I don’t know!
He didn’t tell !
I’m telling the truth!”
“Perhaps it’s military secrecy, not allowed to be divulged by superiors,” Feng Yue smoothly replied.
“When he went to the front lines, it was indeed very hasty.
“Impossible!”
The man with blood-red eyes suddenly spoke up, “I have been guarding the mountain foot all day, and today not a single person has left alive!”
“Then,” Yanzi asked Liang Jiu again, “did you see his son yesterday?”
Liang Jiu did not hesitate, nor did he dare to hesitate, simply saying, “I saw him.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Yanzi turned her head back towards Feng Yue, her tone turning icy, “You dare to deceive ?”
“I can explain!” Feng Yue imdiately said, “Perhaps the esteed one did not notice, but considering the urgency of the military situation, my son actually sneaked away through the back mountain…”
But his explanation was cut short, his eyes wide with blood vessels bulging, gasping for breath.
As the Star Tower in the distant firmant dimd, his internal organs began collapsing one by one, and Tongtian Palace was thoroughly shattered.
He had countless excuses at the ready, innurable airtight reasons, but there was no way for him to speak any longer.
Yanzi withdrew the hand pressed against his Heavenly Spirit.
“I hate these filthy n’s explanations the most.”
She said indignantly, “They always go on and on, yet never get to the point.
You’d think they’ve written a grand article with all their allusions, yet reading it from start to finish feels like nothing more than a fart!”
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ps: The title cos from Yan Shu’s “Broken Formation”: When the swallows co at the ti of the New Social Club, the pear blossoms fall after Qingming.
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